About the fact that the heir of Huajian School is a girl

Li Qingcha was speechless. He glanced at Luo Weiyang and found that the little girl was a little proud.

He took the initiative to talk about the Seventh Prince in front of the Crown Prince, and finally praised the Crown Prince.

Emmm...

He will definitely be a good flatterer in the future.

The prince waved his hand.

"Since we're talking about mooncakes, let's take our seats first and have them serve us some cakes so we can eat and chat. The five-nut mooncakes from Fanlou are unique in the capital, and many wealthy merchants can't even order them~"

He guided Li Qingcha and Luo Weiyang to the main seat.

Fang Jingwu was right next to him.

He lowered his voice,

"Miss Luo is indeed very smart."

As he spoke, he glanced at the prince's defense line, and his meaning was self-evident.

Luo Weiyang pretended not to hear, picked up a piece of cake and held it in her mouth, then took out her small bag and put the cakes on the table into it.

She said vaguely: "Well, bite it..."

Li Qingcha said, "Swallow it before you speak."

"(￣～￣) Chew! I have now reached the seventh level, waiting to refine a bigger bag that can be used to store cakes."

"Well, you are still that little foodie after all."

"Hey~"

Luo Weiyang picked up a piece of the newly served mooncake and started to eat it.

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The prince saw that everyone had eaten and drunk, so he cleared his throat.

He stood up,

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Gathering. As the host, I should say a few words, but you have already started the discussion. If I say more, I will be asking for trouble. So, will you continue?"

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No one objected.

The prince nodded with satisfaction.

"Then let's continue. The question Miss Luo asked just now is actually very interesting. Everyone here doesn't know how expensive daily necessities are. Of course, there is nothing wrong with talking about morality, but what about the people? Don't they also pursue profit?"

Li Qingcha and Fang Jingwu both looked at each other sideways. They didn't expect that the prince could say such profound words.

The prince's mouth curled up.

Since he was going to host a banquet for Li Qingcha, he had naturally done his homework. Even if he looked down on the common people in his heart, he still had to show that he cared about the people's livelihood.

The reason is simple. Considering Li Qingcha's path to promotion, this person must value those peasants very much.

Luo Weiyang's eyes moved back and forth, and suddenly poked Li Qingcha's waist.

"Do you believe?"

Li Qingcha smiled.

"What do you believe in?"

"Humph! You're asking even though you already know the answer! I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."

When Luo Weiyang heard that Li Qingcha could ask "what do you believe in", she concluded that Li Qingcha must have seen through the prince's true face and there was no need for her to expose him.

Li Qingcha's smile deepened.

"How did you tell?"

"I am a warlock! And now I am a seventh-grade refiner!"

"Hey~ Look at how proud you are. If you don't know me, you would think it's all your hard work~"

"I'm trying hard to hug your thighs."

Luo Weiyang answered indifferently, highlighting a core idea:

Ruined.

While the two were chatting, the scholars below were already arguing.

Gradually, the voice of morality began to gain the upper hand.

Someone said passionately: "If we don't consider morality and only pursue profit, what will happen if the people of Daxia and the government are all greedy and utilitarian?"

The others nodded frequently.

Those who were unwilling to give in just lowered their heads, and were beaten until they lost their temper.

Fang Jingwu looked at Li Qingcha.

"Mr. Siwei, what do you think about this?"

Li Qingcha was speechless for a while.

What to look at?

I just came here to hang out. Do I really expect to teach classes here and create a miracle that makes everything bloom?

She shook her head,

"I didn't hear the entire debate, so I can't comment."

Fang Jingwu said, "It doesn't matter. I have a photographic memory. It's easy for me to retell the whole story. Mr. Siwei will understand it after listening."

Li Qingcha: “…”

She was about to speak out to stop him, but the other party had already started reciting.

Yes, it is "recite".

Since Fang Jingwu was a Confucian monk, he really wanted to tell the story word for word, so there was no problem at all.

He finished the conversation quickly.

Li Qingcha's scalp tingled as he said, "You were just starting to discuss why the human race was able to win the Autumn Hunt, but now it's become a battle of moral interests?"

After hearing this, Fang Jingwu felt a little embarrassed.

He nodded and said, "Yes."

"Hiss... Is this what Shilin Qingtan is? Even the assigned essay can go off topic?"

"Mr. Siwei, what is 'composition'? Is it a question?"

Policy questions should be considered as social science argumentative essays.

Li Qingcha shook his head and didn't respond.

Fang Jingwu said, "Mr. Siwei is the gentleman invited by His Highness to judge the poems of the scholars. Are you really not going to say a few words?"

gentlemen……

Li Qingcha looked at the prince.

"Your Highness, why haven't I heard about this?"

"Given Li's ability in poetry, what's wrong with making this judgment?"

"..."

"Master Li?"

"I want to be quiet."

Li Qingcha felt helpless and thought that the judges should be Tang Bohu and Yang Shen, as they were the real authors.

On the main seat, Luo Weiyang was eating like crazy.

The other three were talking in low voices, as if discussing some secret.

When the scholars below saw this, they immediately felt that there was no point in debating.

After all, the purpose of their participation in the Mid-Autumn Literary Festival was to show off their skills in front of the Crown Prince or the Second Prince. Now that the Crown Prince is not listening carefully, what is there to talk about?

stare--

Everyone's eyes fell on the prince.

The prince coughed lightly.

stare--

His eyes fell on Li Qingcha.

Everyone received the instructions from the prince's eyes and said in unison, "Please give us some advice, Mr. Siwei."

The prince nodded his head.

"Master Li, please give me some pointers."

Li Qingcha: ???

Can it still be like this?

She sighed and said, "Brother Fang just told me that you guys were going to discuss how the human race won this autumn hunt. My only answer is strength plus a little bit of luck."

This is a pure panacea reply.

The scholars were of course dissatisfied, and their anxious gazes were still focused on Li Qingcha.

Someone said: "But we just discussed that it is the human race's advantage that has been accumulated slowly because they despise self-interest and value morality."

Li Qingcha shook his head.

"This cannot convince the truly poor people. When they have no clothes to wear, no food to eat, their land is plundered, and their wives and children are sold at low prices, who can they talk to about morality?"

"Your land was plundered, your wife and children were sold at a low price, why didn't you report it to the authorities?"

"When Emperor Gaozu rebelled, he never thought of reporting to the authorities."

This sentence silenced everyone.

Who dares to talk about Emperor Gaozu?

Li Qingcha cleared his throat and asked, "Have you ever heard of the Three Festivals, Two Respects, and Four Filial Piety?"

The two tributes, namely the ice tribute in summer and the charcoal tribute in winter, are typical examples of excessive donations.

Even the dandies know this.

If we follow this line of thought, the three festivals are also easy to guess, which should be the money given as tribute during the Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Chinese New Year.

As for the Four Filial Piety...

Someone subconsciously asked: "Mr. Siwei, what is the 'Four Filial Piety'?"

Li Qingcha said: "Four birthdays."

"Ah? How can someone have four birthdays? Isn't this ridiculous?"

"It's really funny, but I did hear about the so-called 'Four Filial Piety' when I was in Bozhou. The county magistrate himself has one birthday, and he has two old grandfathers and old ladies in his family, and one wife, so isn't that four?"

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"That's still good. If my children in the future... hehe... that county magistrate is known as 'the blue sky is three feet high'."

The sky is three feet high...

Fang Jingwu asked: "With so many heavy taxes and levies already imposed, how can it still have such a good reputation?"

puff!